Chapter 37

Chapter 37

The roads were exceptionally clear at night. They were silent all the way until the elevator “dinged” to signal their arrival. The door was pushed open, the suitcase was haphazardly shoved inside, and their lips were entangled again.

Jiang Chen’s hand reached for the light switch, but Ling Sheng pulled him back.

“Don’t turn on the light.”

Ling Sheng pulled his cashmere sweater out from his pants, his fingers probing inside, feeling Jiang Chen’s tense abdominal muscles. He said between kisses, “To the sofa.”

The sofa was deep and soft, like a small bed.

Darkness obstructed vision but amplified other senses. Jiang Chen groped to take off Ling Sheng’s coat. Underneath, he wore a gray turtleneck cashmere sweater. He couldn’t just tear open the collar like he usually did with shirts, so his movements inevitably became impatient.

Ling Sheng chuckled at his actions. Jiang Chen sensed it and bit his chin.

Ling Sheng pulled down his hand, guiding it to his waist.

Jiang Chen immediately imitated his movements, pulling the sweater out of his pants and reaching inside. He trembled slightly when he touched the smooth skin, clearly a novice.

Before, he hadn’t dared, afraid that Ling Sheng would find him rash, but now that he was allowed, he didn’t want to take his hand away from that smooth skin. He traced it up his spine, inch by inch, until he reached the protruding butterfly bones, caressing them with a possessive touch. Ling Sheng’s clothes were also pulled up by his movements, revealing his entire abdomen.

Jiang Chen felt like he had skin hunger. He leaned down, kissed the warm, smooth skin, and couldn’t help but press against it, kissing and licking, wishing he could crawl completely inside his clothes.

How could Ling Sheng withstand such teasing? He held Jiang Chen’s head, breathing heavily and with difficulty, before pinching his chin and pulling him in for a kiss.

The wet, passionate kiss was full of desire. Tangled saliva dripped from the corner of Ling Sheng’s mouth, only to be kissed away by Jiang Chen until Ling Sheng flipped over and sat on Jiang Chen’s lap. Ling Sheng moved back slightly, only to be pulled back by Jiang Chen, who held his waist.

This position forced Jiang Chen to look up to see Ling Sheng’s eyes. The undisguised desire in them was like a pleading puppy, and like a wolf ready to pounce.

Ling Sheng sat on his lap, and they were pressed tightly together. The sound of their lips and tongues entwining was especially clear in the quiet space, fueling endless desire.

When the kiss ended, they rested their foreheads together, gasping for air. Jiang Chen panted heavily, his throat swallowing involuntarily. Ling Sheng placed a hand on his neck, his palm against his throat, feeling the throbbing pulse, each beat against his palm. His thumb lightly rubbed his Adam’s apple as it moved up and down.

Jiang Chen’s entire mind was burning from Ling Sheng’s seemingly casual actions, infatuated with him, desiring him, wanting to possess him at all costs.

“Have you done this before?” Ling Sheng’s fingers played with the drawstring of his workout shorts.

“…No.” Jiang Chen didn’t want to separate for a moment. He looked up and pressed against him, licking Ling Sheng’s chin with great infatuation, gently biting it with his teeth.

He had never had a girlfriend, nor was he interested in fleeting romances.

A little virgin.

Ling Sheng’s fingers paused slightly, then he used one hand to lift Jiang Chen’s chin, making him look up.

Moonlight streamed through the glass door onto the sofa, into his eyes, like shimmering spring water. Every action, every smile, was full of enchantment. “Then we’ll take it slow.”

Jiang Chen felt that Ling Sheng at this moment was like a seductive siren. His eyes were half-closed during the kiss, and even though he was unable to speak with his lips and tongue occupied, he could still sense him smiling.

He had always been grateful and a good student who could learn by analogy. The teacher hadn’t finished teaching, but he was already eager to practice. His fingers fumbled to unbuckle Ling Sheng’s belt, easily pulling it out and throwing it on the floor.

Buttons, zippers.

Damp fabric, scalding temperature.

The ravines of desire were bottomless. The deeper he went, the harder it was to be satisfied. Before, just kissing was enough to savor, but now he only wanted more.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered the sentence he had said in the car that day: I have even more charming moments.

Now, he had finally seen Ling Sheng’s more charming expression. He was immersed in desire, his head tilted back, his neck stretched into a straight, beautiful line, like a crane about to have its neck cut, like a swan emitting a tragic cry.

He couldn’t help but pull him down and bite his neck. Ling Sheng let out a short, sticky cry, and his body went limp on him.

Jiang Chen was still tense. Ling Sheng’s arms were weak. He rested on Jiang Chen’s shoulder for a while, then switched arms and rested one on Jiang Chen’s shoulder, his voice hoarse and laughing as he spoke in his ear, “So much stamina.”

His voice was breathy, with lingering echoes of desire, sticky and sweet.

Jiang Chen kissed his sweaty cheeks, not saying anything, his palms against Ling Sheng’s skin, stroking his back, as if comforting him and satisfying himself.

“Soon, it’ll be over soon.” Jiang Chen was also covered in sweat, his mind a little hazy. He didn’t bother to answer, and hugged his arms tighter and tighter.

Ling Sheng kissed his ear, licking the sweat on his jaw. Their chests were pressed together, the sound of their heartbeats growing louder and louder. He endured the increasingly heavy heartbeats, only wanting him to experience complete pleasure with him.

Jiang Chen’s voice was completely hoarse. All the senses of his body were led by Ling Sheng. Ling Sheng felt that the teeth biting his neck were losing control. He leaned into his ear, his voice soft and slow: “It’s okay, baby.”

…

The afterglow of the kiss was full of tenderness and affection. Ling Sheng’s arm rested on Jiang Chen’s shoulder, both hands weak, his palms damp. He weakly hugged Jiang Chen’s neck, resting his head on his arm to calm his breathing.

Jiang Chen held him, the sweat on his forehead slowly cooling down, his thoughts finally slowly clearing from the passion just now. He fondly stroked Ling Sheng’s back, kissing his ear, like a contented dog nuzzling its owner, not wanting to leave.

Both of them had clothes and pants that were messy and damp. Ling Sheng wanted to get up and clean up a bit, but as soon as he raised his waist to get off him, Jiang Chen pressed him back down with his arm.

Jiang Chen let out a soft groan. There was still a bit of shyness in his voice after waking up from the haze, and he rubbed his face against Ling Sheng’s shoulder again and again.

Ling Sheng found it amusing. He wiped the moisture on Jiang Chen’s clothes with his hand, hooking his finger under his chin to make him face him, and deliberately asked, “How does it feel?”

Jiang Chen pursed his lips. His ears were still hot. He didn’t know if it was because Ling Sheng’s skills were too good, or because it was the two of them together, but the feeling was so much better than when he was alone.

After being with Ling Sheng, he would occasionally take care of himself. At that time, he would definitely have fantasies, but mostly he would think of the feelings of kissing Ling Sheng, and Ling Sheng’s expression when he was kissed senseless, which was the greatest temptation for him.

But after today, he felt how dry his fantasies had been. Ling Sheng’s expression at the last moment, that expression, was more tempting than any scene he had ever seen. Even after it ended, it kept replaying in his mind repeatedly, every detail making him infinitely savor it.

“Looks like it feels good.” Ling Sheng glanced at him.

They were too close, without even a bit of fabric to hide anything. The other person could detect even the slightest reaction.

Jiang Chen buried his face in Ling Sheng’s shoulder again. “I like you.”

Ling Sheng was stunned by his sudden confession, then smiled. “Yes, you like me, so this is all normal.”

Jiang Chen hugged his waist and rubbed again. Without eye contact, he dared to say more, “Just now… it felt very good.”

Ling Sheng let him hug him, feeling his dependence. He gently stroked his hair, quietly letting him hug him for a while. He originally thought that a former straight virgin who had his first time with a man probably needed some time to accept it, but after a while, he felt something was wrong.

“Are you really straight?” Ling Sheng wanted to push him away.

Jiang Chen wouldn’t let him, pressing his waist to get closer, rubbing against him. “No.”

Ling Sheng found it a little funny, feeling that he was teasing him, but he didn’t refuse, but instead took the initiative to kiss him.

…

Jiang Chen slept in Ling Sheng’s bed for the first time, wearing Ling Sheng’s clothes, although the underwear was a little small, but it was far less than his excitement. After lying on the bed, he kept changing into several sleeping positions. Finally, at Ling Sheng’s request, he finally calmed down and hugged him tightly in his arms and fell happily into a dream.

The next day, Ling Sheng chose loose pants instead of dress pants. Jiang Chen looked at his stiff back when he walked, and was belatedly a little regretful. The main reason was that in the midst of intense love, they were forced to separate, so when they met, it was like dry wood meeting a blazing fire, so they couldn’t restrain themselves a little. In addition, he had just tasted the sweetness and really enjoyed it, so he was a little too indulgent. Although he didn’t reach the last step, he indulged him last night to the point where his legs were chafed. Ling Sheng was very calm, just reminding him to buy him a tube of ointment.

After searching online seriously, Jiang Chen bought the ointment, but Ling Sheng didn’t let him stay overnight again.

“Your dad just lowered his guard, and you dare not go home overnight?” Ling Sheng pushed him out the door: “See you tomorrow night.”

Jiang Chen looked at the closed door, reflecting on whether he had gone too far last night, so he wasn’t allowed to enter the door today. But thinking of the date tomorrow night, he felt that it was nothing to endure one night, and finally went back happily.

The next day was December 24th, Christmas Eve. Jiang Chen had planned it early, wearing a brown vintage three-piece suit, paired with a bow tie, and seriously went to Xu Peiya for a makeover, then dropped off Xu Peiya first, before turning the car around and going directly to the underground parking garage downstairs of Ling Sheng’s company.

After arriving at the underground parking garage, he looked at the time, six o’clock sharp, took out his phone and sent a message to Ling Sheng:

JC: [If I had one more ship ticket, would you be willing to come with me?]

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